Epitaph

No better no worse not a sage nor a devil not a lesser man nor a man enough not a loser nor a success not a prodigy nor senile a bit depressed a bit unwell a bit dreamy a bit weepy like a breeze that flows a flicker of light lost in the thick of dark a bundle of thoughts and ideas lost in translation mostly harmless.

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